Man, I can really put those beers away when I need to for no reason. I'm enjoying some Blue Herons (the Mendocino Brewing Co. one, not the other), some Bigfoot (Barleywine-Style) Ales from our big friends at Sierra Nevada, and some Mirror Pond and Shiner Bock. I'm saving the best for last if I get that far: Boont Amber Ale.
Anyhow, I am so sick of these poems. I need to get this over with. Including the ones I just did tonight, I'm at 327 for the year.
Tonight, I am taking it to 365, and be done with the damn push.
Anyhow, I am so sick of these poems. I need to get this over with. Including the ones I just did tonight, I'm at 327 for the year.
Tonight, I am taking it to 365, and be done with the damn push.
That's right. The Drive For 365 ends. TONIGHT.
This is going to be a forty poem night.
Just how do you people feel about that? Pretty uncomfortable, I shouldn't be surprised to learn. But don't worry about it - you'll be able to consume them at your ease and leisure, because after tonight, I'm takin' off the poet hat until at least March, probably. Just so I can put myself in another hole to climb out of!
The cool thing about beers are, unlike wines, they don't tend to cloud your judgment the same way, leaving you doing rash things or making bold statements over which you later can only stand back, scratch your head and say: "Who is this incredibly awesome dude that I happen to have been lucky enough to be born as?"
No Boont Ambers for me tonight, until I crack the 30 mark. 'Til then, I am on Mirror Ponds and Shiners.
This is going to be a forty poem night.
Just how do you people feel about that? Pretty uncomfortable, I shouldn't be surprised to learn. But don't worry about it - you'll be able to consume them at your ease and leisure, because after tonight, I'm takin' off the poet hat until at least March, probably. Just so I can put myself in another hole to climb out of!
The cool thing about beers are, unlike wines, they don't tend to cloud your judgment the same way, leaving you doing rash things or making bold statements over which you later can only stand back, scratch your head and say: "Who is this incredibly awesome dude that I happen to have been lucky enough to be born as?"
No Boont Ambers for me tonight, until I crack the 30 mark. 'Til then, I am on Mirror Ponds and Shiners.
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SOME FORCE IS TRYING TO THWART ME.
The last 5 posts I've tried to post all sit there "scheduled" - despite the fact their time to post has long since (minutes) passed!
It must think I'm a spammer or something. It's holding me back from my goal. Damn.
Counting the un-posted five, I'd be at 345 for the year, and 24-poem day.
Screw this. I wanted to do forty! I'm not going to waste my time if they're not posting, though.
I'll do one more. Round it out to 25 for the day at least. What a letdown.
As if spammers can write poetry!
They just posted, after all!
To quote Naughty by Nature, "once again it's on..."
If you're curious the dates are 8/31, 7/9, and 6/29.
:-)
So those 'smackdown' haiku helped boost me to the point where I could make this final push!